Zhang Yu stood in the backyard of his residence and looked at the five large chests placed in a row. These had been sent over by the chieftain of the Golden Finger Tribe.
When he had attacked a certain stronghold in Chaoming City, he had found a statue of a deity that contained Origin Energy. This made him think that the two deities worshipped in Chaoming City were legendary existences, and many tribes in the city still preserved some of their ancient festivals and customs. There were also quite a few antique items left behind. It was very likely that these items also contained Origin Energy.
However, at the time, he had not had the time to slowly search for them, so he had asked the chieftain to search for them on his behalf.
Now, it seemed that this chieftain had done a very good job and was very attentive. He had completed his request very well. Moreover, it could be seen that many of these items had originally belonged to private collections. They had been preserved very carefully and securely.
It was no wonder that the Army of God had sought this person to communicate with Chaoming City. This person had indeed done things very well.
After looking at them for a while, he reached out and took out a bronze bird statue from one of the chests. He could feel the heat from it constantly surging toward him. After a while, the heat disappeared, and the item turned into a pile of fragments in his hand, flowing down through the gaps between his fingers.
He sensed for a moment and felt that his Divine Essence had been replenished slightly.
After another glance, his gaze paused. A statue appeared in front of him. This was a wooden statue of a leopard cat. Its posture and appearance were somewhat similar to the statue he had seen on Mount Qigis.
At this moment, he felt something strange beneath his feet. He lowered his head and saw that Miao Danjun had leaned against his feet and was meowing at him.
Zhang Yu asked, "You want the same one?"
He thought for a moment, then casually waved his hand. A bamboo branch flew into his hand. With a flick of his wrist, only a small portion of the branch remained in his hand. The cut was slanted and flat, like a carving knife. Then, he casually picked up an ordinary statue of Exotic Divine Wood and began to carve on it.
After a while, a lifelike leopard cat statue appeared in his hand. It stared ahead, its eyes focused. Its steps were light, and its back was slightly arched. Its tail was raised high, as if there was some kind of prey in front of it.
Although the statue was dead, it seemed to maintain some kind of movement.
He placed the statue on a stone table. Miao Danjun jumped up and circled around the statue. Finally, he carefully moved closer and touched the tip of the statue's nose with his soft nose. He let out a soft cry.
Zhang Yu looked at it for a moment, then turned his head and continued to inspect the contents of these boxes. In addition to a few containing origin energy, there were many valuable scrolls that could enrich his ancient knowledge.
After roughly looking through all the items, he realized that half a day had passed unknowingly.
So he called Li Qinghe over and asked him to tidy up the things here and prepare some medicinal pills for Miao Dan Lord. Then he summoned Xia Jian, who was in the guest hall, and held it in his hand. Then he returned to the quiet room to meditate.
Somewhere in the southeast of Auspicious Light City, in an ordinary house, Zhan Zhitong was tidying up the books and carefully arranging them on the newly built bookcase.
Because of the matter of reporting the God of Balance, Xuanfu saw him as a meritorious service and returned the bag of gold ingots to him. He also gave him another reward. He collected some money and moved out of the original dilapidated courtyard to live here.
After tidying up all the books, he went to get a basin of water and wiped Zhan Zhitong's lower body. Then he washed his face. Just as he was about to sit down and drink a cup of tea, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Zhan Zhitong thought it was a nearby neighbor. He had only moved here a few days ago. These neighbors saw that it was not easy for him to take care of his old father alone. From time to time, they would send him some things and help him. He was very grateful for this.
So he said, "Coming." He stood up, walked to the front yard, and opened the door. However, when he saw the person, he was stunned.
It was a young man in his twenties wearing a black overcoat. His facial features were delicate. Under his bangs were two scarlet eyes. And when he looked carefully at the clothes, it seemed to be floating like smoke.
The person looked at him with scarlet eyes and said, "Is it Mr. Zhan?"
Although this person was somewhat strange, Zhan Zhitong was not an ignorant person. He calmly replied, "It's me. What is the matter?"
The black-clothed young man said, "I want to ask you to translate something."
Zhan Zhitong looked at him and stepped aside, saying, "Come in and sit."
The black-clothed young man stepped into the house.
Zhan Zhitong invited him to the guest hall and made him a cup of tea. He asked, "What do you need to translate?"
The black-clothed young man took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.
Zhan Zhitong glanced at it and was somewhat surprised. What was written on it was actually the ancient Tianxia's "Mysterious Book." The other party's origin was unknown. He thought it was some kind of foreign god's language. He did not expect it to be this kind of document.
In truth, this kind of language was rarely seen because it was used as a secret language in the past. It was used specifically to hide certain information, so many Tianxia people might not be able to recognize it.
He took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
The black-clothed young man asked, "Can you translate it?"
Zhan Zhitong thought for a moment and said, "I'll try my best." He first read it carefully several times, then took a pen and paper and wrote on it. However, he wrote very slowly. After writing for a while, he would stop and think for a moment before continuing.
The black-clothed young man did not rush him and just sat there quietly.
But the two of them had only sat for a while when the outside door was suddenly pushed open. Then, three people rushed in without the slightest scruple. The person in the lead looked directly at Zhan Zhitong and said coldly, "Is it Young Master Zhan? Come with us."
He did not use a negotiating tone. As he spoke, he had already stepped forward and reached out to grab him.
The black-clothed young man sat there without moving, but his scarlet eyes flickered for a moment. Suddenly, a black-red flame soared from his back, enveloping the entire house in an instant. It burned fiercely, as if it wanted to devour everything in the house.
Zhan Zhitong felt as if he was in a sea of fire. But after a moment of daze, all of this disappeared. Everything was still there. Not only that, the people who had barged in had also disappeared without a trace. It was as if what he had seen just now was merely an illusion.
The black-clothed young man crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. His scarlet eyes looked at him and said, "Continue."
Zhan Zhitong nodded and continued to write. After more than a summer's time, he stopped writing. After checking it once, he pushed it in front of the other party and said, "Honored Sir, please take a look."
The black-clothed young man's gaze fell, and the paper floated up. He looked at it carefully and then looked at him again, saying, "Is this all?"
Zhan Zhitong replied, "These ancient characters involve many cultivation terms. I can only roughly translate the literal meaning. But after all, I am not a cultivator. Many of the hidden meanings may not be accurate. The slightest difference can lead to a thousand li of error. It is best that you find another cultivator to take a look."
The black-clothed young man considered it seriously and said in agreement, "You are right."
He looked up and said, "Do you have a recommendation?"
Zhan Zhitong hesitated for a moment and shook his head.
The black-clothed young man glanced at him and said, "I understand." He left a bag of gold ingots on the table and turned to walk out.
Zhan Zhitong stood up and asked, "Honored Sir, if someone asks about today's matter, what should I say?"
The black-clothed young man did not say anything. He did not even turn his head and just walked out like this. It was obvious that he did not care about this matter. When Zhan Zhitong chased after him, he found that he had already disappeared.
He returned to the room and slowly closed the door. His brow furrowed.
Just now, when that young man had asked him the last question, he had instantly thought of Zhang Yu's name, because not only was this person talented in all kinds of languages, he was also a cultivator of the Profound Palace, so he would definitely be able to understand the contents written on it.
But he did not know this person's identity, so he did not say Zhang Yu's name.
But the other's "I understand" did not seem to indicate that he had given up on pursuing the matter, but that he already knew the answer. It was as if he could see directly into his heart.
He took a few deep breaths and calmed his emotions. He walked to the place where the people had disappeared, but there was nothing there. It seemed that everything had just been an illusion. But at this time, something seemed to flash. He walked over and bent down to pick up a sparkling and resplendent gemstone.
At first, he thought it was just an ordinary gemstone, but after looking at it a few more times, his expression changed. He clearly realized something and gripped it tightly in his hand.
I can't stay here any longer!
He quickly ran into the room and rummaged through some things. Then, he took the gold ingot on the table and hurriedly went out to hire a carriage. When he returned, he helped Zhan Gong into the carriage from the room. Then, he got into the carriage himself and ordered the coachman to drive all the way to An Lu Residence.
This was the property of the An Lu Association, and it was close to the inner city platform. It could be said that it was right under the eyes of the various government offices and the academy. Even the Army of God would not dare to cause trouble here.
After moving in, he immediately wrote a letter and asked for it to be delivered to Taiyang Academy.
In the evening, a young Xuanxiu came to find him. He bowed and said, "Are you Shaolang Zhan? Teacher ordered me to come and pick you up."
Zhan Zhitong asked tentatively, "Teacher Zhang?"
The young Xuanxiu said, "Yes."
Zhan Zhitong was relieved and followed him to the academy. Not long after, they stopped in front of Zhang Yu's residence. The young Xuanxiu said, "Shaolang Zhan, please come in. Teacher is waiting for you inside."
Zhang Xuan thanked Zhang Xuan before heading into the Guest Hall. Upon seeing Zhang Yu standing there, Zhang Xuan clasped his fist and greeted, "Teacher Zhang."
Zhang Yu raised his sleeve and bowed, "Shaolang Zhan, please sit down and talk."
Shaolang Zhan bowed again and sat down in a guest seat.
After Zhang Yu sat down in the main seat, he said, "Shaolang Zhan, I've read your letter and have a rough understanding of the situation. However, you said that the young man killed three people in an instant. One of them might be the Army of God?"
Zhan Zhitong said, "Yes." He took out the crystal from his sleeve and put it on the tea table, "If it wasn't for those people, I would have suspected that it was just a dream."
Zhang Yu looked at it. Under Zhan Zhitong's surprised gaze, the thing slowly floated up until it was in front of him. After looking at it, he nodded and said, "It is indeed a divine robe."
He thought, looking at the description of the clothes and appearance, this person is very likely to be the disciple of Xuan Shou. Did he come to Auspicious Light City at this time just to translate those words?
At this time, Zhan Zhitong seemed to have thought of something. He took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and said, "This is the Tianxia Book of Mystery that I memorized."
Zhang Yu took it and glanced at it. His eyes moved slightly. The things on it seemed to be related to a cultivation method?
Zhan Zhitong hesitated and said, "There is one more thing. Before that person left, he asked me if anyone could accurately translate these words. At that time, I thought of Teacher Zhang, but I didn't say it out loud. That person said 'he knows'. I always felt that this person seemed to be able to see through my thoughts. "
Zhang Yu said indifferently, "I can't be sure whether that person can see through Shaolang's thoughts or not, but you were indeed given a hint by that person. That's why you came to me immediately."
He glanced at the piece of paper again. "That person probably wants to borrow your hand to bring these Xuan books to me. This way, if I can understand them, I will remember them in my heart. At that time, he only needs to come find me again."
Zhan Zhitong was shocked when he heard this. He immediately stood up, clasped his hands, and said apologetically, "Teacher Zhang, I'm really sorry. I didn't know it would be like this."
Zhang Yu said, "This has nothing to do with you, Shaolang Zhan. Your choice now is correct. As for whether that person will come to me or not, even without you, if he wants to, he can still find out. But now, you told me first, at least I can be prepared."
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